Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 575 Self-help
After reading Xu Qingjin's WeChat Moments, Zhou Leng glanced at Rucheng again, put on a hood to hide his face, and ran towards the West Sea Demon City.

The matter that the Martial Saint's tyrannical blood emphasized must not be delayed in the slightest.

As Zhou Leng ran, he read some news related to himself, mainly about the outcome of the false accusation case.

The Magic Watch is very inconvenient to use while running at high speed.

After we leave the Siren World, I'll need to buy a high-level combat brain.

After running for a while, Wang Boxiong called.

Zhou Leng answered the phone.

"The owner."

"You've seen the results of the investigation?"

"I saw it."

Do you have any needs?

Zhou Leng immediately understood that this was an inquiry from someone above.

"just."

"Ok?"

Zhou Leng did not respond.

"I think I understand. What's next?"

"To find a new direction for cultivation."

Before one advances to the Grandmaster level, nothing is certain.

Wang Boxiong pondered for a moment and said, "If you have any questions about martial arts, just come to me and I'll find a way."

"Not yet."

"Good. Focus on your cultivation. I've seen your body; it's like a miniature giant. Below the Great Innate Realm, no one can rival you."

After exchanging a few words, Wang Boxiong reported to his superiors and then called his mentor, Zhu Shiji, to recount what had happened.

Outside the majestic city, the Baiyang River flows.

Zhu Shiji stood up, glanced at the empty fish net and bucket, put away the priceless fishing gear, leaving only the fishing rod.

Dressed in black cloth clothes and shoes, with a fishing rod slung over his shoulder, he traveled hundreds of meters in a single step, drifting away gracefully.

Xiongcheng, Loujia.

Lou Shanding sat in his study, his brows furrowed.

These days, he has been dealing with the aftermath of the Zhou Leng incident.

According to his plan, once Zhou Leng was dealt with, Lou Feiqiong's previous mistakes could be ignored, and he could smoothly pass the position to his son.

But now, with Zhou Leng still not dealt with, the family elders believe that Lou Feiqiong should be held accountable.

He was still locked in a tug-of-war with the clan elders, and it was difficult for him to gain the upper hand for the time being.

Suddenly, the study door seemed to be blown open by the wind, and an old man with a fishing rod draped over his shoulder walked in.

The old man had white hair and beard, an ordinary appearance, and although he had age spots on his face, he did not have a single wrinkle.

Lou Shanding was stunned when he saw the old man. He quickly stood up, bowed, and paid his respects.

Lou Shanding has met the Ten Extreme Martial Saints.

Zhu Shiji, holding a fishing rod with his right hand, scanned the study, which contained a huge world map, tall bookshelves, and a large number of brand-new books.

"I've seen you before." Zhu Shiji didn't look at Lou Shanding, and slowly walked towards the window of the study.

"I have met you three times," Lou Shanding said respectfully, bowing slightly.

"I've heard about your story, how you turned a down-on-their-luck Lou family into a thriving one."

"My abilities are not worth mentioning."

Zhu Shiji walked to the window and looked out.

“I previously accepted a disciple under a pseudonym. Given my temperament, I didn’t want to accept him, but that little bastard Wang Huaixiong made the decision for me.”

"Although Wang Huaixiong is a little bastard, he is also a little bastard under my Zhu Shiji's tutelage."

Lou Shanding remembered the rumor that Zhu Shiji had accepted Zhou Leng as a disciple, and felt inexplicably nervous, not daring to say a word.

"The disciple I took on is no easy task either; he's even more troublesome than Wang Huaixiong."

"It's not appropriate for me to get involved in such matters concerning juniors."

"But what you did was disgusting."

Lou Shanding's expression changed slightly, and fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

"I've been waiting for the outcome."

"After the outcome was decided, I asked Wang Huaixiong to ask the disciple who had been registered as a disciple what his attitude was towards the outcome."

“I just got the answer; he said to be fair.”

Lou Shanding became increasingly flustered for some reason.

Zhu Shiji looked out the window and said slowly, "A child who has lost his martial arts skills can indeed no longer be my disciple."

"Whatever he did in the past has nothing to do with me. No matter how great his achievements were, he made them on his own. I, Zhu Shiji, do not take advantage of others."

"However, it is rare that he still seeks 'justice' even though he has clearly lost his martial arts skills."

"People like this are so rare."

"In my life, I have seen many people like this, but they are all miserable."

Even though he had lost his martial arts skills, he did not bow down to you or compromise with the highest level.

"Tell me, if I'm not even as good as him, what's the point of this Martial Saint title?"

He said, "We must be fair."

"I need to give him an answer."

My answer is, God helps those who help themselves.

After Zhu Shiji finished speaking, he stretched out his right hand and flicked his finger at Lou Shanding's forehead from five meters away.

A ball of white energy, about the size of a thumb, silently passed through the air between the two, through Lou Shanding's head, through the wall behind him, and through all the rooms in the Lou family home.

It left behind a series of smooth little holes, connected in a line.

It wasn't until it flew out of the Lou family manor that it emitted a huge roar.

The white energy was still small, but wherever it passed, a fierce wind swept through, the earth cracked, and vegetation was shattered.

A brown gully, hundreds of meters long, has been left on the ground between the green grass and forest.

The white energy shot into the sky and disappeared without a trace.

Lou Shanding slumped back into the chair, looking up at the sky, the light in his eyes slowly dimming.

The skin is cracked all over the body.

Not a drop of blood flowed from the hole between his eyebrows. Zhu Shiji, leaning on his fishing rod, strolled out of the study.

In the outskirts of Beijing, a skilled fighter suddenly engaged in combat, instantly alarming all parties involved.

The surveillance footage from the Lou family's home was circulated among various powerful groups.

Zhu Shiji, carrying a fishing rod, slowly walked in and out of the Lou family's residence, creating a silence that covered the entire Xiong City.

No force has publicly spoken out.

The next day, the entire second page of the Xiongcheng Daily was dedicated to an interview with Zhu Shiji, the Martial Saint.

One sentence in the interview was inconspicuous, but it quickly spread across the internet.

Zhu Shiji said that he recently accepted a disciple named Zhou Leng.

This was the first time Zhu Shiji publicly acknowledged Zhou Leng as his disciple.

Subsequently, some of Loujia's partners terminated their cooperation.

Most others are observing and waiting for news from Zhao Gong.

Zhao Gong did not speak.

That night, the elders of the Lou family gathered for a clan meeting.

Overnight, the Lou family elected a new head of the family.

The new patriarch and the elders of the Lou family unanimously agreed to abolish Lou Feiqiong's martial arts, expel him from the Lou family, and remove him from the family genealogy.

Around noon, Lou Feiqiong left the Lou family home with his belongings.

His face was slightly pale, he wore mourning clothes on his arm, and his gaze was calm as he walked away step by step.

Outside the West Sea Demon City defense line.

After checking the map, Zhou Leng moved to the side of the defensive line and bypassed it, heading towards the West Sea Demon City.

Since this was a human-defended zone, it was quickly discovered by high-altitude airships.

Before long, a mutated drone flew over and shouted at Zhou Leng.

"This is a combat zone. All free warriors are requested to leave this area. If you insist on going your own way, this defense zone will not bear any responsibility."

Zhou Leng didn't say anything, but pointed ahead.

The Western Sea Demon City ahead resembled a gigantic glass tank.

Inside the transparent barrier between the two worlds, the seawater was filled with dark blue-black.

The drone repeated the process dozens of times before returning.

Zhou Leng quickened his pace.

Not far away, two junior officers in their prime ran over, estimated Zhou Leng's speed, and shook their heads helplessly.

"He is a master of innate skill."

"Either they are prepared, or they are unaware of the dangers of the Western Sea Demon City. In either case, we don't need to concern ourselves with it."

"Have those people from the 'Innate Demon-Slaying Camp' returned soon?"

"It's been more than ten days. If nothing unexpected happens, they should be back."

The two saw the masked innate being touch the barrier between the two worlds, pass through it, and enter the seawater.

"This guy... he's got some skills."

"how?"

"The water pressure in the Western Sea Demon City is extremely high. Even a master of innate level would experience a brief period of discomfort if they suddenly entered. This person, however, acted as if nothing had happened. Not bad."

The two chatted as they walked away.

Zhou Leng stood at the bottom of the Western Sea Demon City, looking in all directions.

It was pitch black.

For ordinary people entering this place, the visibility is similar to that of night, and they can only see some natural light sources.

The average person's natural visual range is barely ten meters.

Zhou Leng could only see about fifty meters away.

However, before entering, wearing underwater magic goggles allows one to vaguely see what is happening hundreds of meters away.

Zhou Leng recalled the map of the Western Sea Demon City in his mind and used the Demon Spirit Ring to transform into a sailfish sea monster.

Extend your arms, paddle with both arms, gently push your body forward, and kick with both feet.

A strange thing happened.

The water in front parted on its own, while the water behind, like an engine, propelled the body forward.

A human being possesses aquatic talents almost like those of a siren.

Zhou Leng used a freestyle swimming style, quickly paddling and kicking the water to move forward rapidly.

However, no matter how hard they tried, their speed was far slower than that on land.

On land, it's easy to break the sound barrier, but not here.

Even a normal Grandmaster-level fish demon would find it difficult to reach the speed of sound in water.

However, having grown accustomed to speed on land, Zhou Leng was unable to adapt.

After swimming for a long time, a flash of inspiration struck him, and with a powerful downward pull, his body landed on the seabed.

With a powerful stomp on the seabed, the mud and sand churned, and bubbles billowed all around.

Zhou Leng darted forward like a sharp sword, simultaneously paddling with both hands, his speed far exceeding that of before.

As it decelerated, it landed on the seabed again.

And so, by half running and half swimming, and by using his innate strength to navigate the seawater, he moved faster and faster.

It's a pity I don't have any internal energy, otherwise I could run on the water at high speed.

Occasionally, sea monsters would pass by, glance at the strange fish demon, and then hurry away.

Along the way, we kept encountering buildings from the old Xihai City.

The collapsed Oriental Pearl Tower, the red-brick Shanghai-style buildings overgrown with water plants, the Jinmao Tower which is now only half intact, the eerie Disneyland, the abandoned Tesla factory area, and the airport that took a long time to swim out of…

Seeing those cities that were once glittering and vibrant in videos and photos turn into this, I couldn't help but sigh.

Since humans are not suited for underwater combat, the Sirens have left this area almost undefended, except for a few bases.

They even welcome humans to come in, after all, this is their home turf.

They left the West Sea Demon City without incident and entered the Siren World.

The world of the Sirens is very peculiar; it has neither a seabed nor a sea surface.

In human descriptions, the world of the Siren is a giant water sphere much larger than Earth.

The exterior of this large water sphere is sealed off by a powerful force, and the higher you go, the thinner the spiritual energy in the seawater becomes.

(End of this chapter)